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Hello. My name is Destiny, Destiny Love Larencia. Actually, according to this government, for what it is, I’m Servant No. 546890345. Just one of many, a small dot in a line full of them. I just turned twenty-two and I live on the planet of Hercules. Never heard of it? Well, that’s not surprising, because there are villains all across the world with special powers tearing it up piece by piece. There’s hardly anyone left anymore. Anyone who doesn’t try to take over the world with special powers is treated like dirt. Evil people abound on this planet. You can’t spit without hitting one. Although, I wouldn’t recommend it, as you wouldn’t be living long if you did.

So, yeah, our planet has been in a continual decline since, oh, I don’t know, the first century. Things have been getting worse and worse. It doesn’t seem like anything can be done.

From what I hear, this planet used to be peaceful. People would travel hundreds of thousands of light-years just to come see us. We had friends across the universe and were considered a universal power. But then civil war broke out, no one knows why, and we lost pretty much all contact to the outside worlds. Now, if you aren’t killed, you’re a servant, used in whatever fashion the villains choose.

And I just so happen to be one of these servants.

But I have a secret.

You see, I’m not like normal people. I’m different than everyone else, and I don’t know what to do about it. You see, I have special powers, too.

And, sure, you’re like ‘Oh, cool!’ but it’s really not cool! Because I don’t want to be a villain! But I don’t want to be a run-of-the-mill servant to their royal pains in the asses of everyone out here, either! And I have the potential to be powerful, to be great. But I don’t want to use my powers, because you know what they say, power corrupts. But I could save people!

It’s just so hard!

I almost wish that I hadn’t been born different.

But I hide my differences from the rest of the world, hide them so the villains don’t use them to make the people suffer even more. No, everybody’s much better off not knowing I’m special. Especially me.

You wanna know what my powers are? Well, I suppose it can’t hurt anything. You see, I have eyes that are hot pink surrounded by violet and anyone who meets them instantly falls in love with me. Man or woman, just in a different way, of course. I put in special contacts to cover these up, so no one falls in love with me. Everyone thinks my eyes are blue. It’s better that way. Then, I can conjure fire, water, electricity, or wind. And I can read minds. Yeah, you heard right. I can read minds. But I choose not to, more often than not. Because I feel that it is an invasion of privacy. And, last but not least, I can heal things. I can’t heal anything, like Durability can. I can only heal humans.

So, those are my powers. I keep them hidden, and never, ever use them. It’s too dangerous. The temptation is great, let me tell you. It’s so hard resisting, but I manage it. Somehow.

You don’t know what I look like yet, do you? I’m sorry, but that isn’t my favorite exercise. Well, here goes. I’m 5’11” with long, straight blonde hair that reaches my thighs. I have an hour-glass figure, and big, pink eyes that everyone else thinks are blue. My mouth is wide and thick, while my nose is small and pert. I have ultra-long arms and legs, making me feel like some kind of monkey, and huge thighs.

So, yeah, that is the freak that is me. I live in a small apartment all my own. I work in the nature department. Okay, so that would be the one time I abused my powers. You see, when you turn ten years of age, a man comes around and evaluates you for what way you would better serve the villains. They had decided to put me in the sexual relations department, so I slipped off my contacts and stared up at the man. And he melted. I blinked up at him and asked if I could be sent to the nature department. The man simply nodded, jotted it down, and left. I slipped my contacts back on and started work. It was perfect.

If you’re wondering what the nature department does, it’s really quite simple. You just work in the gardens of the villains and their wives (mainly the wives). You never run into any of the villains, as they avoid those that work in the nature department, as they tend to be ugly. It was just perfect.

And that was what I was doing right then. I was unlocking the door to my little apartment and walking in, glad to be done with work for the day. Then suddenly, I looked up, and I saw…

I screamed.

For there, on my little pink couch was a big, tall, strong man, his legs crossed negligently, looking as comfortable and at home as you please. Once the shock wore off, I studied him closely. He wore all black, and had black hair with pure black eyes. His face was chiseled and his hair long, reaching down to his neck. His body was pure muscle, not a flab of fat to be seen. I stepped back a step, afraid. What was this man doing in my home?

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